Humphing about herons

I can't help thinking that sometimes Husband takes advantage of my naivety/stupidity.

After a heron (we think) ate our fish, and the woman in the shop refused to sell us any more unless we promised to protect them, we've had this rather elegant wood and metal thing over the bottom pond. For years that is. Then when Husband put fish in the top pond too, earlier this year, he made a fetching arrangement of old oven shelves and grills. It really adds to the scenery, don't you think?

And you can see from the pigeon sticking his head in the water how effective that is.

Well, today I happened to see an advert for pond netting. Yes, you can buy netting to protect your fish without resorting to mediaeval methods. 

I told Husband I was ordering it. He humphed about his method being better at keeping herons out.

I tried to reassure him, 'It says, "protects against predators.'

'Does it mention herons?'

'No, but it also says "protection guaranteed.'

He humphed some more. He can humph; I am buying some.

But I will keep him because he does mow a jolly good lawn.